Saturday, October 29, 2011

It's Scary, My House

Sometimes I wish I was a little bit more of a clean freak.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love when my house is clean.  I would just rather someone else clean it for me =)

My house is a disaster zone.  It's all dressed up to scare people for Halloween. It's been worse, sure, but today, with Brett out gallivanting with the young men, and Chloe throwing tantrums every forty three seconds, I'm just gonna sit back and ignore it.

Ignore the cereal crushed on the floor.

Ignore the cockroach eating the cereal crushed on the floor (kidding, but this does happen in AZ all too often).

Ignore last nights dinner on the stove.

Ignore the Lego embedded in my foot.

Ignore that Cohen is wearing long pants when it's 4 million degrees outside.

Ignore that Kembry's hair isn't done, and that she's wearing cowboy boots two sizes too small with a tutu.  (Actually, it's kinda cute.)

I'm just gonna put my feet up and play the poor picked on wife when Brett comes home.  Maybe I can guilt him into cleaning.

Yeah, probably not.

Happy Saturday Halloween!

1 comment:

Kimberly said...

You can never play the guilt card on men...never works. Ever.

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